The Exception

Okay, first Dramione PWP…
Warning: written at indecent hours of the night and unbeta\'d, read at own risk.

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From his seat at the head of his table, Draco Malfoy had the perfect unwanted view of the mudblood dancing jovially with that penniless prat. Really, even she, a person of such plebeian breeding, could do better than a Weasley. Well, what could you expect from a mudblood?

He sneered as he watched her change partners, this time with the bane of his existence, none other than Harry Potter. He had the pleasure of seeing Potter stumble and step on her feet; Granger winced in pain but continued dancing with the boy. She laughed and kissed him softly on the cheek, Potter blushed bright red and pushed his glasses back nervously. Draco felt like retching, Only the Boy Who Defeated The Dark Lord would get rewarded for doing something so utterly stupid.

He wondered when he had started thinking of Granger\'s kisses as rewards? He must be loosing his marbles, by-products of getting hit by too many curses during the Final Battle. The little chit was nothing more than a giant headache. He should know; he worked with her, sharing their duties as Head Boy and Head Girl for the whole year. It had been a strain on his self-control not to hex her… insufferable know-it-all mudblood.

Whatever they had needed to do together, they did in icy politeness, neither one pretending to like the other. They had talked to each other only when strictly necessary and only because it was expected of them. Now, on graduation night, Draco felt relieved that he would never have to cross paths with her again. She\'d managed to steal the honor of being the year\'s top student, but he had the consolation of having beaten potter at Quidditch and finally wining the house cup for Slytherin after six long years. Draco was gleeful that he had at least managed to ruin some part of the Golden Threesome\'s last year at Hogwarts.

Granger switched partners yet again, Draco scoffed and left his table. He had no desire to continue watching Granger parade around with every male in Hogwarts. He would be leaving the next morning anyway; he didn\'t need to keep up the social niceties anymore.

He left the Great hall quickly, robes billowing behind him (a handy trick he\'d picked up from his Godfather), drawing attention from one bushy haired brown-eyed witch.

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As soon as she could excuse herself from the party, Hermione did so, intent on following Malfoy. She had thought that he was a Death Eater, and because of that she had been less than amicable. Truth was, she had treated him as a leper… Still, no one could blame her for being defensive; he had been an ass for the previous years. Even after the Last Battle, where he had proven himself, Hermione hadn\'t known how to change her behavior toward him. Anyway Malfoy didn\'t deserve an apology; she went in search of him for a completely different purpose.

It shamed Hermione that even when she had thought Malfoy was a Death Eater she had still felt a certain pull towards him. Attraction would be a better word to describe what she felt for Malfoy, if she was completely honest with herself. As it was the last day Hermione would be spending in Hogwarts, she was feeling a bit daring and was willing to try something she had always wanted to do.

When she entered their joint common room she was surprised to see Malfoy siting in one of the armchairs. Throughout the year they had gone out of their way not be in the common whenever the other was present. Theirs had been a strictly academic relationship.
Draco stared at her impassively, stood up and headed toward his room. He didn\'t want to deal with Hermione again; she\'d probably come to bitch about something or other. Good luck to her, Draco thought, breeding Weasley\'s for a living. Although, he figured it would be a step up from being a mudblood.

\"Malfoy, please wait.\"

\"What do you want?\" he sneered at her, but he turned to face her
nonetheless.

\"I just wanted to-\" Hermione paused, uncertain of how exactly to go about it. She called on her Gryffindor courage and reminded herself it was the last chance to do this. So what if he laughed at her? She doubted she and Malfoy would run in the same circles after Hogwarts. She would be attending the Magical University of Marseilles and Malfoy would probably spend the rest of his life depleting his father\'s fortunes.

\"What is it, Granger?\" He asked, annoyed at her for making him wait.
Hermione approached him, pulled his head down and fused his mouth with hers. At first, Malfoy remained still, thoroughly shocked at prudish Granger\'s actions. When he felt Granger\'s little tongue tracing the seam of his lips, reason leapt out the window and he returned the kiss wholeheartedly. It was over too soon.

\"I\'ve been dying to do that since forever,\" Hermione said, her breathing coming in short gaps. She leaned upward and gave his lips a light peck. \"Goodbye, Malfoy.\"

Happy, Hermione turned to go to her room only to be stopped by Malfoy\'s strong grip on her forearm. He looked pissed and Hermione felt fear prickling up her spine. Maybe she\'d gone too far…

\"Oh, no, Granger, you\'re not leaving. You should learn to finish what you start,\" Draco said as he forcefully pulled her to him.

Hermione felt his erection brushing against her stomach, she gasped at the feeling and Malfoy took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth. His cock was tenting his robes and he could already feel the precum leaking out. Who would have thought that The Prude of Gryffindor would cause such a potent reaction in him? Gods, but she could kiss!

Hermione caught his bottom lip between her teeth, bit it playfully and then soothed the bite with languid swipe of her tongue. \"I thought mudbloods weren\'t your type,\" Hermione said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

She had only come for a kiss, honestly! She thought it would be the last chance she would get at Malfoy\'s delicious sneering lips. But if Malfoy wanted to shag her rotten, who was she to complain? She just hoped she wasn’t dreaming. Malfoy\'s heated mouth against her own certainly suggested a dream, as Malfoy would never dare touch a mudblood willingly.

\"You\'re the exception, Granger,\" he said as he planted small wet kisses along her neck, his hands going behind her to grab her ass. She mewled when he squeezed her cheeks firmly, drawing her up to press her body against his. \"Yours or mine?\" he asked in a straggled moan, wanting to be buried in her already.

\"Right here,\" Hermione gasped out, Draco\'s hands, which had been fondling her rump, were now occupied in pinching her nipples through her robes.
\"Neutral ground…\" Her explanation dissolved into a moan as one of Malfoy\'s hands descended to cup her mound.

With an impatient voice, Malfoy performed a charm that stripped them both of all their clothing. His fingers instantly went inside her wet and throbbing cunt. Hermione moaned, clutching Draco by the shoulders and rolling her hips hard against his gratifyingly long fingers.

\"Like that, do you?\" Malfoy asked conceitedly, giving Hermione the smirk that had always managed to raise her hackles; now it only served to make her hotter.

\"Yessssss,\" Hermione groaned.

Malfoy smiled at her triumphantly, granting her clit a light grazing of his thumb before withdrawing his hand completely. Hermione looked incredulously at him, mouth agape and lips bruised from his kisses, her skin had a light sheen of sweat and her breasts were bouncing with every breath she took.

He laughed and ran his drenched fingers across her lips, her tongue slithered out to lick at his fingers. Draco had never seen a more erotic act as Granger sucking off her own juices from his fingers. He wanted to keep feeding her, but his erection was fast becoming painful.

His condition was slightly improved when Hermione\'s little hand slid down to bestow his cock long, furious, hard strokes. \"You surprised me, Granger, you really do,\" he said, atrociously failing to sneer at her properly. Her thumb was now rubbing the head, driving him absolutely mad.

\"You haven\'t seen anything yet,\" Hermione proclaimed as she walked him backward and then pushed him down in the chair he had been formerly sitting on.

With a saucy grin, she went down on her knees and proceeded to give his leaking cock a long lick. Draco groaned loudly, arching his hips, wordlessly begging Hermione to take him into her mouth. She obliged, taking him as deep as she could. She massaged his balls as she alternated between sucking the crown of his cock hard into her mouth and teasing him mercilessly with light licks.

He\'d been wrong, Draco thought as he moved Hermione\'s unmanageable hair to the side in order to better see his cock sliding in an out of her eager little mouth; seeing Hermione\'s head bobbing up and down his cock was the most erotic thing he\'d ever seen. Merlin\'s balls, but Granger sure knew how to give head. It appeared Granger wasn\'t as prim and proper as he had thought. He had never been happier at being wrong.

\"Enough, Granger,\" Draco grunted, pulling out of her mouth, aware that if she kept that up he would not last much longer. Hermione pouted, her lips ruby red and smeared with his precum. \"I\'ll like to fuck you now, \" Draco drawled. Hermione\'s expression quickly sweetened. She crawled up to his body, her pussy resting just above his cock.

He took a hard puckered nipple in his mouth, suckling hard. \"Exceptional tits, Granger,\" Draco said between licks and sucks. Hermione moaned, took his cock in her hand and angled herself to take him in.

\"Don\'t think so, Granger,\" Malfoy ground out, her wetness sliding down to saturate his cock. He stood up, carrying Hermione with him to the large sofa across from them. \"I\'ll be on top,\" he said as he deposited her unceremoniously onto the couch.

He wanted to taste her, Draco realized once he had a full view of her glistening pussy. Her legs were splayed wide, her clit swollen and begging to be sucked. She was wet for him, Draco thought proudly, not for Weasley, not for Potter… only for him. \"You just going to stare?\" Hermione asked as she massaged her breasts.

Draco grabbed her ankles and dragged her toward him. He thrust inside her with a loud grunt; almost cumming at the sensation of her tight pussy around his cock. Hermione wrapped her legs around him, wanting him deeper inside of her. She met him thrust for thrust, delighting in the feeling of fullness.

He felt himself quickly loosing control as Hermione contracted her inner muscles; he pounded into her then, her loud groans and pants spurning him further. He was lost when Hermione squeezed his ass, her fingers playing with his anus. He came hard into her, filling her with his cum.

Out of breath and worn out, but aware (and ashamed) that Hermione had not climaxed, he lowered himself until his face was level with her dripping cunt. He spread her pussy lips open with one had, lapped their mingled juices, while he worked two and then three fingers inside of her. The only sounds in the common room were Hermione\'s moans and the slurping sounds of his heavy suckling and licking. Hermione arched her hips, grinding her cunt on Malfoy\'s face, flooding his mouth with her fluids.

Minutes later, Draco was resting his head on Granger\'s stomach, her hands were playfully entangled in his silky hair. Never, ever, had he lost control like he had with Granger. Even as quick as it had been, he\'d be damned if she wasn\'t the best lay he\'d ever had.

Hermione sighed contently, glad that she\'d taken the chance and kissed Malfoy. He kissed her stomach softly and nuzzled against her. Hermione smiled and took a handful of his hair and pulled him upward to plant a chaste kiss on his lips.

\"At the risk of inflating your already large ego, I must say t hat was bloody fantastic.\"

\"You haven\'t seen anything yet,\" Draco said, his usual smirk in place.

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The next morning Draco woke up alone. He looked around for Hermione, realizing that it was already late in the day and the Hogwarts Express had departed long ago. No matter, he would take Hermione home in his carriage…

He was about to look for her in her room when a single sheet of parchment caught his gaze. It had Hermione\'s neat scrip on it.

Malfoy,


Thank you for the memorable night, it was amazing. I will never forget it.


Yours,
Hermione.

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*Two months later*

Draco walked by the library, which never failed to remind him of a certain know-it-all witch. Draco ran a hand through his hair, feeling more pathetic; there he was first day of class and already thinking of Granger. He had supposedly moved on.

\"Malfoy?\" An incredulous voice asked behind him. He turned around slowly, fearing that he was hallucinating. Hermione was standing in front of him, looking shocked and beautiful as ever. She was just as he remembered her, untamable hair and all.

\"What are you doing here?\"

\"I go to school here,\" Draco said lamely, still staring at Hermione.

\"Isn\'t that a coincidence? I come here too.\" Hermione gave a nervous laugh.

Draco snapped out of his own shock, \"What the hell did you leave for, Granger? I went crazy looking for you. Your idiotic friends wouldn\'t tell me where you were, afraid I\'ll hurt you or something-\"

\"Why were you looking for me?\"

\"Why?! Bloody hell, Granger, you can\'t give a bloke the shagging of his life and then disappear. It\'s quite rude if I do say so myself.\" He said bitterly but embraced her tightly, placing a kiss on her forehead.

\"I thought it was only a one time thing-\"

\"If I recall correctly it was three times, luv,\"

\"All right, a one night thing,\" Hermione said, trying not to let her hopes up. That night had affected her more than she wanted to admit. There hadn\'t been a day that she hadn\'t thought about him.

\"Is that want you wanted?\" Draco asked, pulling away from her, his eyes cold.

Hermione swallowed hard, \"I left because I\'m a muggle-born and I knew that you, well-\"

Draco looked pained, \"You\'re the exception, Granger, you always have been.\" Hermione looked dubiously up at him. \"I like you, all right, longer than even I had realized.\"

He looked nervous, Hermione noticed, and turning slightly pink under her scrutiny. \"I like you too,\" Hermione said softly.

Draco pulled her into his arms again, kissing her softly.

\"Let\'s got to the library,\" Hermione said, disentangling herself from him and walking toward the library.

\"What ever for?\" Draco asked disgruntled. Surely she didn\'t mean to study now!

\"Because I have a fantasy of you shagging me against the wall of a library that I would like make a reality.\"

Draco followed her earnestly, a wicked grin on his face.

The Beginning


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I apologize for the fluff… I couldn\'t help myself. I\'m a sucker for nice fluffy endings.

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